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Dec 2017
you pulled the trigger grandpa
Your masculinity took advantage of you
You would’ve forgotten me
However I never will forget you

Your strong, proud, stubborn mind was beginning to decay

Your sleep was becoming less and less

Your short term memory was beginning to fade

Your wife
Your son
Your daughter
Your grandchildren
Some who knew you
Some who never will

Was it worth it?

You could no longer take care of them so you refused to let them take care of you

The last memory you had I will never know

But the last memory I will hold is your stubbornness putting a bullet in your head
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karin  F
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